<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152</id><updated>2011-09-30T09:25:50.904-04:30</updated><category term='Poetas Venezolanos'/><title type='text'>POEMARIUM,</title><subtitle type='html'>Así se llama mi cuaderno de Poesía, en este Blog encontrarás parte de mi obra , asi como los poemas, prosas y obras de poetas venezolanos y extranjeros que mas han influido en mi formación.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4401499219579577420</id><published>2011-09-29T19:47:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:50:02.423-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Réquiem Para Un Olvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hckhkmb16n4/ToUKwzsDlZI/AAAAAAAAASU/MbRZf9hh8gw/s1600/1268704502601-amar-sin-esperanza.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hckhkmb16n4/ToUKwzsDlZI/AAAAAAAAASU/MbRZf9hh8gw/s320/1268704502601-amar-sin-esperanza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657940340485887378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aún no olvido tu silueta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mineral, que fluye &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En el océano de nuestras vidas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que se alimentó con la savia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De nuestras pasiones,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olvidadas por la bruma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De un posible encuentro,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En las profundidades de ambos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entre almas que se buscan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sin encontrarse, sin el aliento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De un encuentro, que yace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Insepulto en las fosas del tiempo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que desea reunirse en el paraíso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cuando la tormenta de los deseos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calme el hondo pesar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me causa recordarte&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;no tenerte cada día, cada hora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que menguada, se aferra a un posible&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deseo efímero de esperanza,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que danza en el fondo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De los recuerdos y del mar….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4401499219579577420?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4401499219579577420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4401499219579577420' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4401499219579577420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4401499219579577420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/09/requiem-para-un-olvido.html' title='Réquiem Para Un Olvido'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hckhkmb16n4/ToUKwzsDlZI/AAAAAAAAASU/MbRZf9hh8gw/s72-c/1268704502601-amar-sin-esperanza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-9019006066353549427</id><published>2011-09-24T15:38:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:40:32.466-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Fénix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niYunQ6T8yU/Tn4467ZErfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3pJKytKeLdo/s1600/phoenix_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niYunQ6T8yU/Tn4467ZErfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3pJKytKeLdo/s200/phoenix_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656020767050345970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De tus cenizas renaces&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada eternidad&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;iluminando,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El mundo interior de los Elegidos, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que saben que no mueres,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que vives en cada esperanza,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperando &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anidar y continuar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la inmutable rueda de la vida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En el flujo y el reflujo de los días,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que pacientes hacen filas esperando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu llegada, cual reloj de inaccesible arena&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que se derrama en el cosmos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bebiendo de la fuente eterna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te alimentas cada día,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con esperanzas renovadas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De seguir remontando las alturas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Del ser, que espera tu llegada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Para renovar sus ropajes e ilusiones,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En cada nuevo renacer vuelven&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A caer las Eternas Plumas, esperando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El fuego purificador, que hace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De las sagradas cenizas de tu ser,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El nuevo plumaje del hombre Nuevo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Equinoccio Otoñal 2011)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-9019006066353549427?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/9019006066353549427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=9019006066353549427' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/9019006066353549427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/9019006066353549427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/09/fenix.html' title='Fénix'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niYunQ6T8yU/Tn4467ZErfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3pJKytKeLdo/s72-c/phoenix_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6589374844661188532</id><published>2011-07-03T20:19:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:21:42.359-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Al Otro Lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSRuIVP2gfg/ThEOf7f18UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GmiRrkIJhjE/s1600/al%2Botro%2Blado.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSRuIVP2gfg/ThEOf7f18UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GmiRrkIJhjE/s200/al%2Botro%2Blado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625293351272444226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado quizás no estés&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperando mis caricias, mis manos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seguro estoy que esperaré al otro lado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De tu corazón, cuando tus arenas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No estén en tormenta sobre mis dunas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado de ti quisiera estar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para domar tus cabellos con mis días,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con mis estrellas y las tuyas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado de mi ser, paciente estabas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te fuiste de mi senda, te perdí en este lado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De mi mundo, no he perdido tus huellas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ellas me llaman sin que lo sepas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me tientan, me abruman y también me siguen,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado del espejo de tu alma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aún quedan trozos de lo que fui,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado de la belleza abstracta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esta la belleza verdadera de nosotros,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al otro lado de nuestros mundos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quizás nos encontremos algún día,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te invito a que compartas este lado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De mí, en el&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cual poco hurgaste&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuando estuve al otro lado junto a ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6589374844661188532?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6589374844661188532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=6589374844661188532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6589374844661188532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6589374844661188532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/07/al-otro-lado.html' title='Al Otro Lado'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSRuIVP2gfg/ThEOf7f18UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GmiRrkIJhjE/s72-c/al%2Botro%2Blado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5719085505560744564</id><published>2011-06-09T16:03:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:10:45.294-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Conjuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8j2NYBSH28/TfEvtExZGYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DaIHENdqmvg/s1600/conjuro.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8j2NYBSH28/TfEvtExZGYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DaIHENdqmvg/s200/conjuro.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616322661729245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Invoco tu estrella virginal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que yace dormida en mi Corazón,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro tu ser a vivir en mis arenas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bajo el manto de la luna creciente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que nos espía silente y cómplice,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro tus huellas y todo en ti,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para que mi alma bendita no huya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A los bosques húmedos de tu olvido,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro todo lo que te rodea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para bendecir nuestros mundos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para que no atraquen en nuestro puerto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Las naves fantasmas del quizás,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro tu verbo divino y ardiente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que atraviesa mi costado &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con la daga del remordimiento,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro tus besos &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu cristalina fuente de luz,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro todo en ti para salvarme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De no perder tu rastro, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y morir en el intento de buscarte &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desesperadamente y sobrevivir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sin tener nada tuyo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro lo que nos une y desune&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para vivir eternamente en ti,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjuro este momento sagrado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De tiempo abstracto y sin sentido….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5719085505560744564?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5719085505560744564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5719085505560744564' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5719085505560744564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5719085505560744564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/06/conjuro.html' title='Conjuro'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8j2NYBSH28/TfEvtExZGYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DaIHENdqmvg/s72-c/conjuro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4392510475074989106</id><published>2011-06-09T10:22:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:30:12.113-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetas Venezolanos'/><title type='text'>La Verdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ToacCGFuQ8/TfDf18MW4NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ukVHDXWlcaM/s1600/ramossucre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ToacCGFuQ8/TfDf18MW4NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ukVHDXWlcaM/s200/ramossucre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616234853115027666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  La golondrina conoce el calendario, divide el año por el consejo de una sabiduría innata. &lt;div&gt;Puede prescindir del aviso de la luna variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Según la ciencia natural, la belleza de la golondrina es el ordenamiento de su organismo para el vuelo, una proporción entre el medio y el fin, entre el método y el resultado, una idea socrática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  La golondrina salva continentes en un día de viaje y ha conocido desde antaño la medida del orbe terrestre, anticipándose a los dragones infalibles del mito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Un astrónomo desvariado cavilaba en su isla de pinos y roquedos, presente de un rey, sobre los anillos de Saturno y otras maravillas del espacio y sobre el espíritu elemental del fuego, el fósforo inquieto. Un prejuicio teológico le había inspirado el pensamiento de situar en el ruedo del sol el destierro de las almas condenadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Recuperó el sentimiento humano de la realidad en medio de una primavera tibia. Las golondrinas habituadas a rodear los monumentos de un reino difunto, erigidos conforme una aritmética primordial, subieron hasta el clima riguroso y dijeron al oído del sabio la solución del enigma del universo, el secreto de la esfinge impúdica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Poeta Venezolano - José Antonio Ramos Sucre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nacido en Cumana El 09 de Junio de 1890 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy en su 121 Aniversario de su Nacimiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que su Luz Brille Eternamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4392510475074989106?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4392510475074989106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4392510475074989106' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4392510475074989106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4392510475074989106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-verdad.html' title='La Verdad'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ToacCGFuQ8/TfDf18MW4NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ukVHDXWlcaM/s72-c/ramossucre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-1002399250145370255</id><published>2011-05-11T17:32:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:58:05.372-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYFIC3d6Hc/Tc135d3igNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xSTyMkrCgAI/s1600/Lejos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYFIC3d6Hc/Tc135d3igNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xSTyMkrCgAI/s200/Lejos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606268940299960530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Próximo al retorno del día a día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mi corazón me habla a solas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Para preguntarme por mis deseos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mis amores, en fin del ser interior,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que una vez merodeaba atento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;En el jardín perfumado de la vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Pero mi interior es una vía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que conduce a un &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gran abismo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Donde hubo esperanzas que fallecieron&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Y huellas que no llegaron al final,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Pasaron los días y no pude escuchar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A mi ser, ya no habita en mí,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se fugó con los días, las horas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Los momentos, no se despidió,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Me dejó ausente, sin esperanza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De retornar a mis días y momentos……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1002399250145370255?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1002399250145370255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1002399250145370255' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1002399250145370255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1002399250145370255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2011/05/lejos.html' title='Lejos'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpYFIC3d6Hc/Tc135d3igNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xSTyMkrCgAI/s72-c/Lejos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2003168120567023274</id><published>2011-01-01T14:38:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:27:31.744-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Armonía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwm1RmCzsh0/TbeiMcQ7bgI/AAAAAAAAANw/RFR4l0GgWvk/s1600/ying-yang%2BArmonia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwm1RmCzsh0/TbeiMcQ7bgI/AAAAAAAAANw/RFR4l0GgWvk/s200/ying-yang%2BArmonia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600122996287827458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sutil energía que une a los hombres&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Con el universo, la vida, la muerte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Vibración perfecta del cosmos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que sincretiza la belleza con la pasión&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Y la fuerza con la razón,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Camino seguro al interior del ser,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Puerta que se abre como flor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cuando la abeja laboriosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Liba su néctar de sabiduría,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Y lo transforma en alimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Para el cuerpo, el alma y el espíritu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Puente que une océanos, con ríos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Y montañas, con los surcos en los campos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;labranza, donde el trigo se une a la levadura,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Al sudor &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y el tiempo lo amasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Para que leude en nuestros corazones &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;El fuego eterno, que purifica al hombre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De sus banales deseos y rompa las cadenas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;que lo hunden en las oscuras cavernas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;de la ignorancia, solo la espada lo hará libre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;para conquistarse a sí mismo, para obtener&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;el despertar o la liberación a un nuevo amanecer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;donde renazca en la rueda de la fortuna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2003168120567023274?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwm1RmCzsh0/TbeiMcQ7bgI/AAAAAAAAANw/RFR4l0GgWvk/s72-c/ying-yang%2BArmonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6487820452914842486</id><published>2010-10-12T13:18:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:39:40.914-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Fuera de mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_uS62XHwM0/Tbgjno23O2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/IosapObRCQ4/s1600/Fuera%2Bde%2BMi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_uS62XHwM0/Tbgjno23O2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/IosapObRCQ4/s200/Fuera%2Bde%2BMi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600265300524612450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Hoy estuve en mis alrededores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Visitando el exterior de la existencia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Tratando de entender los espacios,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Visite cada una de las aristas del ser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Que estaba ausente y presente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Lo vi diferente a todos los días que&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Cuando &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;paseo y me lo tropiezo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Su mirada súbita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me penetraba en busca &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De respuestas de verdades, no lo sé,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pero sin mediar palabras con él&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Intuía &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de sus miserias y realidades,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De sus logros y caídas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De lo mucho y de lo poco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De lo bueno y no tan malo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De lo concreto y lo abstracto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De la potencia al acto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De la teoría a la praxis,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De la esperanza a la desesperanza,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Del odio al amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;De la comedia a la tragedia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Del horizonte al abismo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Del ser al parecer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;En fin de todo lo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Que en la vida le damos importancia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Como si fuera la vida una línea recta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;En vez de un vórtice en espiral descendente……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6487820452914842486?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_uS62XHwM0/Tbgjno23O2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/IosapObRCQ4/s72-c/Fuera%2Bde%2BMi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7229838592893645215</id><published>2010-10-10T13:04:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:18:14.468-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tetrakys Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iogbfMwBRHU/TbgspNMbcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3b9T3TS7DQQ/s1600/tetraktys%2Binterior.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iogbfMwBRHU/TbgspNMbcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3b9T3TS7DQQ/s200/tetraktys%2Binterior.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600275223063261570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Triangulo interior del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Laberinto del ser,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cripta de las pasiones, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Arcoíris de esperanza,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Camino de ilusión.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sagrados los números&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que te dan forma,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;En la sideral sinfonía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De las  diez esferas multiformes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cálidas notas susurran sus nombres,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Retornando al origen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Primordial de las eras y las cosas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Manifestación de &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lo  inmanifestado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Semilla putrefacta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;El cuerpo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fruto incorrupto el espíritu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ave fénix el alma indomable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Del dios interior,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sin cadenas se hace camino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Al zenit de la iluminación……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iogbfMwBRHU/TbgspNMbcYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3b9T3TS7DQQ/s72-c/tetraktys%2Binterior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6251125022826378718</id><published>2010-06-04T21:59:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:45:56.617-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Sutil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYG5PiCtfg/TbgzGT3EZiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bwk2Gieei74/s1600/sutil.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYG5PiCtfg/TbgzGT3EZiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bwk2Gieei74/s200/sutil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600282320138692130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sutil &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fue tu acecho aquella noche&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En que te prendiste &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a mí querer,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu perfume húmedo se quedo en mí&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silueta, dibujado y adormecido,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quisiera el viento morir a tu encuentro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por desespero a tu sutil belleza,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que impregna de miel el cuerpo del mundo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bendito el universo por ofrecerme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu virginal sabiduría y por madurar en mi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los frutos del tiempo en la vendimia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Humana, no pudieron los calabozos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Encadenar mi espíritu a las cavernas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Del desespero y &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la ilusión,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fue tu ansiada llegada &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La salvación trasmutadora &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Del mercurio profano&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que aun habita en nuestro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Templo interior….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6251125022826378718?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYG5PiCtfg/TbgzGT3EZiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bwk2Gieei74/s72-c/sutil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2592413163651453293</id><published>2010-04-02T07:51:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:49:29.995-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Elixir de Fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDxNhXbDoeI/TbenUm3czxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wQ9IMlgFYe8/s1600/Elixir%2Bde%2BFuego.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDxNhXbDoeI/TbenUm3czxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wQ9IMlgFYe8/s200/Elixir%2Bde%2BFuego.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600128634130845458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interior de mi vida y muerte,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;con ganas de verte,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tus &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aguamarinas me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Purifican &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;el alma, y se vierte el elixir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Camino a tu encuentro, por viajes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinuosos de blancas arenas, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;laberintos de las pasiones,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se enredan &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a Tus cabellos, cual lanzas &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la danza de dos corazones, que se encuentran,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En el centro de nuestra vida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para trasmutar la llama de nuestros deseos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y fundir los nobles minerales&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;En el athanor de una noche primaveral…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2592413163651453293?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2592413163651453293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2592413163651453293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-1737315336036223385</id><published>2010-02-16T15:18:00.008-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:18:28.751-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Huellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1NNGpqwPV4/TbegDTqUSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/rUaViacyQh8/s1600/huellas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1NNGpqwPV4/TbegDTqUSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/rUaViacyQh8/s200/huellas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600120640336316962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Detrás de nosotros&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se alejan los días, las horas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los caminos, nuestras vidas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se cruzan en la frontera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De lo divino y lo sagrado,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La estela de pensamientos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;se  nos agolpan en el&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Horizonte de las vidas ajenas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sonido de nuestro&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ritmo interior,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nos siguen, nos acechan las vidas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pasadas, que no contentas siguen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cantando en la rueda de la vida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para brindar por el karma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y el dharma, en estos tiempos del Kali,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La copa se llena y&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rebosa, de vientos, tempestades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Humores&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;y otros males, pero la fuerza &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interior&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;que mueve nuestro centro siempre vence al final……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1737315336036223385?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1737315336036223385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1737315336036223385' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6667534242432742395</id><published>2009-11-08T18:23:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:29:00.324-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Renacer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXaFBd5hxx0/TbghCtumaHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D1gsEoshiyM/s1600/renacer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXaFBd5hxx0/TbghCtumaHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D1gsEoshiyM/s200/renacer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600262467153717362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En mi corazón se prendió tu amor,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para ensoñar&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la Emoción &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;de nuestros días lejanos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;También cercanos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No pudieron las sombras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cubrir &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tus luceros  con el velo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De la ilusión incierta, casi muerta,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moribunda y taciturna, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por los dardos impuros de la pena &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pasajera,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En el laberinto de tus cabellos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me encontré a solas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con tu silueta yerta,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En el&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;glacial de nuestras &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quedo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;el desamor cadáver,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inerte de tus besos  de tus manos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;las mías,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;las nuestras atadas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A la rueda de la vida, a mi sangrante herida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Menguada mi tragedia, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vencida por el Aquiles de tus besos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la batalla de nuestros días&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Renacemos &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la llama del&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ave inmortal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De fuego y &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;luces multicolores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6667534242432742395?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6667534242432742395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=6667534242432742395' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6667534242432742395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6667534242432742395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/11/renacer.html' title='Renacer'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo 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10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBB5cLt8Mc/Tbg7PXg6NEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/751kAQS7gJ0/s200/Azul%2BArcano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600291271831336002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul arcano tus pies,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul mortal mis manos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul de vida tus cabellos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul de muerte mis días.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul mis días y tus noches,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul de tus emociones y oraciones,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul tu templo sacro,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul mi atrio sombrío&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul de los días sagrados,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul de las noches de seda,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul nuestro amanecer satén,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul  tu océano&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;junto al mío.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul tu mañana,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul tu&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pura mirada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul tus cabellos y los míos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Azul tus ropajes y mis motivos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7464554321915089709?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7464554321915089709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7464554321915089709' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7464554321915089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7464554321915089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/10/azul-arcano.html' title='Azul Arcano'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhBB5cLt8Mc/Tbg7PXg6NEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/751kAQS7gJ0/s72-c/Azul%2BArcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2559566251419131174</id><published>2009-07-19T13:07:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:33:23.809-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Instrospección</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nze4rgsSNQw/Tbg-NWESAvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/icqbGu8P1Gg/s1600/Introspeccion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nze4rgsSNQw/Tbg-NWESAvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/icqbGu8P1Gg/s200/Introspeccion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600294535617970930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Mirar en nuestro interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Para buscar la chispa inicial,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que mantiene encendida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;La llama del ser, que retuerce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Los metales impuros, y trasmuta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Nuestras impurezas en metales nobles,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De eso trata el transito, hacia el sendero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De las verdades incorruptas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A través de las huellas y estelas dejadas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Al azar por los agricultores de estrellas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que cultivan el campo con las semillas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que escogieron y apartaron del profano mundo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que con el rocío maduran y transforman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;En nuevas plantas, las cuales con el trabajo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De la alquimia interior, pronto sus frutos carnosos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Nos brindaran, entonces con la &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vendimia ritual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Transformaran &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;el vino mercurial,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;En &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;el bálsamo que sana &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;las mortales heridas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2559566251419131174?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2559566251419131174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2559566251419131174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2559566251419131174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2559566251419131174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/07/instrospeccion.html' title='Instrospección'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nze4rgsSNQw/Tbg-NWESAvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/icqbGu8P1Gg/s72-c/Introspeccion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4933319255764548299</id><published>2009-06-14T15:34:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:57:26.565-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Abstracciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzwqym59a_E/TbhD2PF_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J9wKuxTINlg/s1600/Abstracciones.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzwqym59a_E/TbhD2PF_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J9wKuxTINlg/s200/Abstracciones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600300735678898498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se vienen a mí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Tus recuerdos como lluvia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Matinal, que golpea el alma mía,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Solo tu cuerpo me salvara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;De caer en el abismo, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Donde están nuestros deseos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Alcanzare el alma inmortal de tu ser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Para robarle al día su luz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Dominaremos los espacios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Taciturnos de las siluetas, donde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se reúnen nuestras emociones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cada vez que retornamos al misterio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ilusorio de lo que pudo ser el amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzwqym59a_E/TbhD2PF_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J9wKuxTINlg/s72-c/Abstracciones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4449188195445870136</id><published>2009-06-13T21:48:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:49:51.132-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tus Néctares</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A través  de la luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tus ventanas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me asome a mirarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y te encontré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siempre estás en mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estas presente y ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vuelves a mí siempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como la estela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De la ola vuelves a mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me cubres de tu sal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tus algas, me nutres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En cada instante, tu perenne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Movimiento me hace vibrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En sintonía con el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que me rodea y en cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amanecer se juntan nuestras ganas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4449188195445870136?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4449188195445870136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4449188195445870136' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4449188195445870136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4449188195445870136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/06/tus-nectares.html' title='Tus Néctares'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7138372576428586070</id><published>2009-05-21T21:05:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:10:11.797-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Estados de Animo           por el Inmortal     Mario Benedetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#4D4D4D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unas veces me siento&lt;br /&gt;como pobre colina&lt;br /&gt;y otras como montaña&lt;br /&gt;de cumbres repetidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unas veces me siento&lt;br /&gt;como un acantilado&lt;br /&gt;y en otras como un cielo&lt;br /&gt;azul pero lejano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces uno es&lt;br /&gt;manantial entre rocas&lt;br /&gt;y otras veces un árbol&lt;br /&gt;con las últimas hojas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy me siento apenas&lt;br /&gt;como laguna insomne&lt;br /&gt;con un embarcadero&lt;br /&gt;ya sin embarcaciones&lt;br /&gt;una laguna verde&lt;br /&gt;inmóvil y paciente&lt;br /&gt;conforme con sus algas&lt;br /&gt;sus musgos y sus peces,&lt;br /&gt;sereno en mi confianza&lt;br /&gt;confiando en que una tarde&lt;br /&gt;te acerques y te mires,&lt;br /&gt;te mires al mirarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7138372576428586070?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7138372576428586070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7138372576428586070' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Anatomía Silente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tus ojos llegue acostumbrarme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tu silueta me hice cómplice,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tus manos llegue aferrarme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;timón de la vida, pero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Olvide &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tu rostro, cuando &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La vida se nos fue en un instante, y&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tus pies se puso el mundo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuando las heridas abiertas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se tornaron caminos sinuosos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cuando mi pasión y tu olvido no se reconciliaron&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la danza eterna del tiempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2223697842453368715?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2223697842453368715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2223697842453368715' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2223697842453368715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2223697842453368715'/><link rel='alternate' 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interiores&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Burbujea &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tu arcano tesoro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;En todos los planos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Eres la linterna del hombre,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;El faro que&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;guía&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;La madre que nutre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Tu prisma cromático&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;De abundante energía,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Enceguece a tu encuentro &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Como cáliz&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Radiante.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Momento excelso, tu encuentro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Después de la oscuridad profana,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Caída la venda ignorante&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Conquistas&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la esclavitud del hombre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-670060933710253609?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/670060933710253609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=670060933710253609' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/670060933710253609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/670060933710253609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/04/lux.html' title='Lux'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4174791923700858355</id><published>2009-03-24T10:07:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:09:13.610-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Deja Fluir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Deja&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fluir en todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Tu interior, la fuerza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Trasmutadora&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de la rueda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Cósmica, y vive el ahora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Deja fluir la energía&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;De tu corazón al exterior,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Que fluye como manantial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Abriendo y cerrando ciclos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Vibra armoniosamente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;En cada despertar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;No dejes de vibrar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Al ritmo de tu corazón.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;En el crisol de tus mundos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Se fraguara el fuego sagrado,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Que iluminara con esplendor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Tu templo interior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4174791923700858355?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4174791923700858355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4174791923700858355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4174791923700858355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4174791923700858355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/03/deja-fluir.html' title='Deja Fluir'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5997871897952551761</id><published>2009-03-01T06:28:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:29:55.554-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Desde Mi Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde mi ser parte a tus dominios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toda mi sustancia mineral,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que se &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;funde en el cristal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De tus espaciales formas silentes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde mi ser viajan a tu mundo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mis huestes divinas, a conquistar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tus praderas y sinuosas colinas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Virginales y marinas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde mi ser se levan las anclas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dormidas en el mar de tus&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;placeres,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por toda una eternidad&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mis luchas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Terminan sin tregua y moribundas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde mi ser se despide&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A otros mundos lejanos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mi alma vencida y errante&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que se muere en cada instante.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5997871897952551761?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5997871897952551761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5997871897952551761' title='0 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Camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinuoso&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;al andar y desandar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entre nuestras vías interiores,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gira la vida al acorde rítmico&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vibraciones multicolores.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El arcano tiempo espacial&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De toda una eternidad,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Espera silente en el rincón&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Más profundo del ser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mudo te muestras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A todas mis preguntas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me invitas al reencuentro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con todas &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tus &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;verdades.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tras las huellas de aquel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que deja&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;todo por más &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;luz,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y deja tras de sí la ignorancia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De sus verdades , se llega al&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sendero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2360965277711624120?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5091730822106526982</id><published>2009-01-24T11:25:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:27:37.290-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Nuestro Centro</title><content type='html'>Hacia el centro de nosotros&lt;div&gt;el tiempo fluye en un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de emociones, que trasciende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al espacio del mundo exterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Centrados nuestras emociones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se aquietan en el tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como huracanes nuestros sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se avivan y reposan en calma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo el centro es nuestra vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin centro nuestra vida es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacía&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;centrando nuestros pasos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontraremos el sendero y las huellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El retorno al centro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es el camino a una vida nueva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que reanima nuestro ser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vencernos a nosotros mismos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fraternalmente para Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;QH&lt;/span&gt; Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5091730822106526982?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-8402829851093624468</id><published>2009-01-03T14:47:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:48:07.830-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Todavía En Mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Hoy te percibo atada &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A mis pasiones, e invertebrada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cargando nuestros huesos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Muertos por tus besos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Se aviva en nosotros &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;El te quiero de una pasión,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que nos congela&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;el alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;En un último suspiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Al encuentro te desvisto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Con mis ganas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Que no se aquietan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;se funden en el volcán de tus llamas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Aunque te percibo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Por mis venas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Todavía te quedas en mí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cada vez que regresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4002137833360171940</id><published>2009-01-02T23:39:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:52:16.987-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Siluetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Virginal y pura tu belleza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;derramas sobre la mar de mí ser, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De tu sempiterna existencia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te vales para eclipsar mi presencia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De armonías esta realizado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tu húmedo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;contorno de vida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inundas y ahogas mi ser inanimado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que muere en tu belleza conmovida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Impregnas el aliento de las cosas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maravillosas y terrenales, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con sutiles y&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fragantes mariposas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fluyen en mis manantiales.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paralizas el universo entero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con sutiles cantos invernales,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;haces crepitar como puñales&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu amor callado y pasajero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4002137833360171940?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4002137833360171940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4002137833360171940' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4002137833360171940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4002137833360171940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/01/siluetas.html' title='Siluetas'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-262948448831442936</id><published>2009-01-01T15:53:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:50:47.989-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Efimero y Fugaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Raudo fue el amanecer despuntando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dardos y flechas maravillosas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que atinaron mi humanidad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A medio vestir en penumbras.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A borbotones se derrama el día&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mientras yaces a mi diestra,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con tu silueta cubierta de sueños&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que se unen a mis desvaríos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quietud y silencio se apoderan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De nuestro letargo adormitado,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A la espera del aroma&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;silente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Que nos acecha de incognito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-262948448831442936?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/262948448831442936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=262948448831442936' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/262948448831442936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/262948448831442936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2009/01/efimero-y-fugaz.html' title='Efimero y Fugaz'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4138809620086252098</id><published>2008-09-18T23:30:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:44:13.547-04:30</updated><title type='text'>La Despedida</title><content type='html'>Fue fulminante el impacto de mi mano&lt;br /&gt;en la faz de tus tierras agrestes,&lt;br /&gt;sin poder detener mis impulsos&lt;br /&gt;me desborde como el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;océano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pudo ser de otra manera&lt;br /&gt;tuvo que ser este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; nuestra despedida,&lt;br /&gt;cuando nos desconocimos&lt;br /&gt;nosotros que tanto nos amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan parecidos y distantes,&lt;br /&gt;lejos de nosotros mismos,&lt;br /&gt;pero cercanos al olvido&lt;br /&gt;de nuestras vidas y sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una larga despedida&lt;br /&gt;una vida perdida, una manzana mordida,&lt;br /&gt;nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relación&lt;/span&gt; desmedida&lt;br /&gt;de arrebatos y despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por mi nada sientas&lt;br /&gt;yo por tu virginal amor vivo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque tu ceguera y mi ira&lt;br /&gt;se encuentren cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; hija &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mía&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4138809620086252098?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4138809620086252098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4138809620086252098' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4138809620086252098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4138809620086252098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-despedida.html' title='La Despedida'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7376197976978698073</id><published>2008-08-28T19:26:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:40:16.008-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Cuando Llegues a Mi</title><content type='html'>Cuando llegues a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tendré&lt;/span&gt; rato &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esperándote&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sereno, tranquilo en paz&lt;br /&gt;con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devoción&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sosiego&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando al fin en mi penetres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hundirás&lt;/span&gt; la espada de la calma&lt;br /&gt;en mis venas, entonces despertaré&lt;br /&gt;a tus encantos y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sucumbire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegues a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tendré&lt;/span&gt; en mis manos tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;tus instintos y tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;para hilar la vida en mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando al fin te quedes en mi&lt;br /&gt;tus manos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;serán&lt;/span&gt; las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mías&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;y tuyas las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mías&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;pero si no llegas esperare por tus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7376197976978698073?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7376197976978698073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7376197976978698073' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7376197976978698073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7376197976978698073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuando-llegues-mi.html' title='Cuando Llegues a Mi'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-402804650528449313</id><published>2008-08-22T23:34:00.010-04:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:32:03.365-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Gotas de Vino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Afrutados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en boca tus carmines labios&lt;br /&gt;queman mi ser y ardiendo en tu espacio,&lt;br /&gt;me siento que vivo, que no muero,&lt;br /&gt;que no eres un sueño, que estas en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sinuosa figura me desalma los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;pulveriza todo en mi, cuando a ti me aproximo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando te bebo, cuando te siento,&lt;br /&gt;no duermo ni sueño, me embriagas&lt;br /&gt;con tu aroma a moras y duraznos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiernos tus frutos se me ofrecen&lt;br /&gt;y junto al filo de mi ser te enredas,&lt;br /&gt;para ahogar en mi tus emociones&lt;br /&gt;todo tu ser por toda la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libaré tus mieles, alzaré mis manos&lt;br /&gt;a tus uvas maduras, las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probaré&lt;/span&gt; para no olvidarme&lt;br /&gt;a que sabes, sin esperar a que te aproximes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moriré&lt;/span&gt; en tus ramas y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;viviré&lt;/span&gt; en tus aromas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-402804650528449313?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/402804650528449313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=402804650528449313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/402804650528449313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/402804650528449313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/08/gotas-de-vino.html' title='Gotas de Vino'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-1651470335617730922</id><published>2008-06-21T14:34:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:39:30.682-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Vivo y Sueño</title><content type='html'>Vivo y sueño&lt;br /&gt;En tu recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la brisa&lt;br /&gt;De tus manos me acaricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo y sueño&lt;br /&gt;En tus días,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me miras&lt;br /&gt;Y tus labios me buscan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo y sueño&lt;br /&gt;En tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Se amarran a las mías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo y sueño&lt;br /&gt;En tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando con las mías&lt;br /&gt;Se buscan con pasión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1651470335617730922?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1651470335617730922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1651470335617730922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1651470335617730922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1651470335617730922'/><link 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cuestión del arcano tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo no alcanzo&lt;br /&gt;A remediar los síntomas,&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas abiertas no cierran&lt;br /&gt;Están manando dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no fue el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Ni el tiempo, ni los pedazos,&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos los dos quienes&lt;br /&gt;No detuvimos la marcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa marcha agonizante&lt;br /&gt;Hacia el abismo,&lt;br /&gt;Fue la causa para&lt;br /&gt;Que se den en prosa estos fragmentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1650409820166018534?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1650409820166018534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1650409820166018534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1650409820166018534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1650409820166018534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-253768739892328196</id><published>2008-06-21T13:53:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:54:42.681-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Llegara El Final</title><content type='html'>Llegara el final&lt;br /&gt;Y no estaré,&lt;br /&gt;Porque viviré&lt;br /&gt;En ti como un manantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaré a tu espera&lt;br /&gt;Deseando que llegue el día,&lt;br /&gt;Y cese la amarga espera&lt;br /&gt;Que consume el alma mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando al fin Llegues a mí,&lt;br /&gt;Te abrazare y colmare de lirios,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando por mi preguntes&lt;br /&gt;Entonces moriré y allí te esperare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-253768739892328196?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/253768739892328196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=253768739892328196' title='1 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Puñal</title><content type='html'>El filo de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;Cual  llamarada&lt;br /&gt;Que se hunde en mí ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dolor que siento&lt;br /&gt;Es alivio a mis días,&lt;br /&gt;Cálido es tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;Cuando escucho tus melodías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te hundes en mi carne&lt;br /&gt;Y brota el manantial&lt;br /&gt;Que resucita la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tienta tu carne&lt;br /&gt;Y tu acecho virginal,&lt;br /&gt;Que arremete contra mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5374920695286619996?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5374920695286619996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-3786513078170910567</id><published>2008-06-21T13:49:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:51:11.526-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Solo Contigo</title><content type='html'>Solo tus días me sacian&lt;br /&gt;Solo tus melodías me calman,&lt;br /&gt;Solos mi espada y escudo&lt;br /&gt;Ante el amor que acudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tú y mi lira&lt;br /&gt;Solo el amor que delira,&lt;br /&gt;Solo con tus besos&lt;br /&gt;solo por tus deseos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo el amor deja huella&lt;br /&gt;Solo con amor el alma vuela,&lt;br /&gt;Solo con tristeza en el alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no percibo tu estela,&lt;br /&gt;Solo mi alma desvela&lt;br /&gt;cuando me devuelves la serena calma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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con mis enemigos,&lt;br /&gt;Angelical tu metal, tu mi mejor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil batallas en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Una eternidad al servicio de mis hermanos,&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleciendo la fraternal cadena&lt;br /&gt;Que inmutable nuestros corazones entrelaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5210612004526513?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5210612004526513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5210612004526513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5210612004526513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5210612004526513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-escudo.html' title='Mi Escudo'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7509738732520017167</id><published>2008-06-08T17:58:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:38.324-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda El Inmortal de Chile y del Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SExdg0CLDiI/AAAAAAAAADw/nIO43cqVjXw/s1600-h/Pablo+Neruda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209641687265775138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SExdg0CLDiI/AAAAAAAAADw/nIO43cqVjXw/s320/Pablo+Neruda.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te he dejado,&lt;br /&gt;vas en mí, cristalina&lt;br /&gt;o temblorosa,&lt;br /&gt;o inquieta, herida por mí mismo&lt;br /&gt;o colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;se cierran sobre el don de la vida&lt;br /&gt;que sin cesar te entrego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor mío,&lt;br /&gt;nos hemos encontrado&lt;br /&gt;sedientos y nos hemos&lt;br /&gt;bebido toda el agua y la sangre,&lt;br /&gt;nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;con hambre&lt;br /&gt;y  nos mordimos&lt;br /&gt;como el fuego muerde,&lt;br /&gt;dejándonos heridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero espérame&lt;br /&gt;guárdame tú dulzura.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te daré también&lt;br /&gt;una rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7509738732520017167?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7509738732520017167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7509738732520017167' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7509738732520017167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7509738732520017167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/06/pablo-neruda-el-inmortal-de-chile-y-del.html' title='Pablo Neruda El Inmortal de Chile y del Mundo'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SExdg0CLDiI/AAAAAAAAADw/nIO43cqVjXw/s72-c/Pablo+Neruda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-3152673213330000147</id><published>2008-06-08T17:53:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:38.515-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Muere El Poeta Venezolano Eugenio Montejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SExcLk6cTFI/AAAAAAAAADo/fpHZ5AO7Oz0/s1600-h/Poeta+Eugenio+Montejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209640222917938258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SExcLk6cTFI/AAAAAAAAADo/fpHZ5AO7Oz0/s320/Poeta+Eugenio+Montejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eugenio Montejo (&lt;a title="Caracas" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracas"&gt;Caracas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a title="18 de noviembre" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/18_de_noviembre"&gt;18 de noviembre&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a title="1938" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1938"&gt;1938&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Valencia (Venezuela)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valencia_%28Venezuela%29"&gt;Valencia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="5 de junio" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/5_de_junio"&gt;5 de junio&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a title="2008" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;) fue un &lt;a title="Poeta" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poeta"&gt;poeta&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a title="Ensayista" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ensayista"&gt;ensayista&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Venezuela" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venezuela"&gt;venezolano&lt;/a&gt;, fundador de la revista Azar Rey y co-fundador de la &lt;a title="Revista Poesía (Venezuela)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revista_Poes%C3%ADa_%28Venezuela%29"&gt;Revista Poesía&lt;/a&gt; de la &lt;a title="Universidad de Carabobo" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universidad_de_Carabobo"&gt;Universidad de Carabobo&lt;/a&gt;. Fue investigador en el Centro de Estudios Latinoamericanos "Romulo Gallegos" de Caracas, y colaborador de una gran cantidad de revistas nacionales y extranjeras. &lt;strong&gt;En &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="1998" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; recibió el &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Premio Nacional de Literatura" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premio_Nacional_de_Literatura"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Premio Nacional de Literatura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; y en &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="2004" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; el Premio Internacional Octavio Paz de Poesía y Ensayo. Uno de sus poemas es citado en la película &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="21 gramos" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/21_gramos"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 gramos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, del director mexicano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Alejandro González Iñárritu" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alejandro_Gonz%C3%A1lez_I%C3%B1%C3%A1rritu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandro González Iñárritu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-3152673213330000147?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/3152673213330000147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=3152673213330000147' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4410637598180656596</id><published>2008-05-26T00:08:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:38.778-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Sol  -   Ramon Palomares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SDo_y3B0Z0I/AAAAAAAAADY/UpuHeIg9-RQ/s1600-h/Ramon+Palomares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204542462377617218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SDo_y3B0Z0I/AAAAAAAAADY/UpuHeIg9-RQ/s320/Ramon+Palomares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya vienes echando rosas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya vienes abriendo oro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya te pusites los montes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;despertaste las colinas y las matas de malva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gran perro que viene del Infierno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;echando olas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;revolvé las nubes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ponélas de pájaros, de caballos, de pueblitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;con los ramos de candela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de muy lejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ADIOS ESCUQUE (1968 -1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramón Palomares (Poeta Venezolano)&lt;br /&gt;Premio Nacional de Literatura 1974&lt;br /&gt;Premio Internacional de Poesía Víctor Valera Mora 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4410637598180656596?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4410637598180656596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4410637598180656596' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4410637598180656596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4410637598180656596'/><link 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/&gt;Siempre  seremos dos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando nos amemos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para estar juntos dos&lt;br /&gt;No podemos pensar en uno,&lt;br /&gt;Si sumamos lo que nos une&lt;br /&gt;Se consolidara lo que nos reúne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer no es de uno&lt;br /&gt;Querer es de dos,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se quieren dos&lt;br /&gt;No hay diferencias que separen a uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pensemos en uno&lt;br /&gt;Amémonos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Apartemos lo que nos desune&lt;br /&gt;Y sumemos lo que nos une.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus diferencias y las mías&lt;br /&gt;Apartémoslas y pensemos en los dos,&lt;br /&gt;No seamos egoístas, no rompamos el amor,&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero que me digas&lt;br /&gt;Que suma en nuestro amor,&lt;br /&gt;Y no sigamos restando energía a nuestro amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5926665642512345800?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5926665642512345800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5926665642512345800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5926665642512345800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5926665642512345800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/lo-que-suma-en-el-amor.html' title='Lo Que Suma En El Amor'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-8900324058811634458</id><published>2008-05-25T15:05:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:06:53.356-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Aromas Marinos</title><content type='html'>Inspiras con tu aroma todo en mí,&lt;br /&gt;Como tener tus secretos, más íntimos&lt;br /&gt;Para hacerlos míos, como no tenerte,&lt;br /&gt;Si eres la gloria de mis batallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres oceánica,&lt;br /&gt;Tus algas se entrelazan&lt;br /&gt;En el destierro de mis pasiones,&lt;br /&gt;Como caracoles en bajamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres toda e inmensa,&lt;br /&gt;Me diluyes a tu parecer,&lt;br /&gt;Eres cálida como la arena&lt;br /&gt;Revuelta por amantes al anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De  ser por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mi tumba seria el mar,&lt;br /&gt;Donde naufragó y rompió sus velas&lt;br /&gt;El barco de nuestras pasiones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-8900324058811634458?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/8900324058811634458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=8900324058811634458' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/8900324058811634458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/8900324058811634458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/aromas-marinos.html' title='Aromas Marinos'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6651144144148689283</id><published>2008-05-25T15:04:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:05:51.428-04:30</updated><title type='text'>A Ti Mujer</title><content type='html'>A ti mujer que adoro&lt;br /&gt;Te canto con fuego,&lt;br /&gt;Para moldearte en mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Y no olvidarme  de tu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que eres la madre,&lt;br /&gt;Que pare con dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Que pares héroes sin rencor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que nutres mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;Que inspiras mi amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Cada día y  cada anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti mujer&lt;br /&gt;Anciana, la luna te cubre,&lt;br /&gt;Y descubre el sol&lt;br /&gt;Por las mañanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti  mujer&lt;br /&gt;Están dedicadas,&lt;br /&gt;Todas mis horas, mis angustias,&lt;br /&gt;Mis dolores, mis noches&lt;br /&gt;Y mis mañanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6651144144148689283?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6651144144148689283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=6651144144148689283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6651144144148689283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6651144144148689283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/ti-mujer.html' title='A Ti Mujer'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-3280280499919184892</id><published>2008-05-25T15:02:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:04:31.829-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Yo Tenía Un Amor</title><content type='html'>Yo tenía un amor&lt;br /&gt;Que amaba con locura,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy con mucho dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ese amor es una atadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como potro libre y desbocado&lt;br /&gt;Eran sus momentos y los míos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ese amor se ha extinguido&lt;br /&gt;En su recuerdo pero no así en los míos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuiste la estrella amada&lt;br /&gt;La musa de mi lira,&lt;br /&gt;La fruta más deseada,&lt;br /&gt;La que calmaba mi ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque bebí tus mieles,&lt;br /&gt;Sane tus heridas,&lt;br /&gt;Y me cobije en tus pieles,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando muerto este, no olvidaras cuanto te quería.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-3280280499919184892?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/3280280499919184892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=3280280499919184892' 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type='text'>Amor De Toda La Vida</title><content type='html'>Amor de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Quimera de mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú, la soñada mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que abruma mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener todas las heridas&lt;br /&gt;Y que cada una de ellas,&lt;br /&gt;Me recuerde, las horas compartidas&lt;br /&gt;Con la mujer que deja en mi huellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo tener los grillos&lt;br /&gt;De tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Encadenados a mí ser,&lt;br /&gt;Para no caminar y morir de sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo deseo estar de rodillas junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Y derramar mi sangre,&lt;br /&gt;Para saber que he muerto,&lt;br /&gt;Entonces sabrás que el amor por ti no ha muerto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-798781886366276438?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-3394599113267475177</id><published>2008-05-18T14:55:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:55:40.669-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tus Diez Abriles</title><content type='html'>Para Lorena&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Suma un nuevo Abril,&lt;br /&gt;Y siendo diez mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Que dios te bendiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tu vida&lt;br /&gt;se torna diferente,&lt;br /&gt;pronto mujer serás&lt;br /&gt;y  seguro te casaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suma un nuevo Abril&lt;br /&gt;la flor que me engalana,&lt;br /&gt;la que se sonroja&lt;br /&gt;cuando acaricio su cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y siendo diez mi vida&lt;br /&gt;pido al arquitecto creador,&lt;br /&gt;los multiplique por cien&lt;br /&gt;por toda nuestra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dios te bendiga&lt;br /&gt;y los ángeles digan amen,&lt;br /&gt;para seguirte amando,&lt;br /&gt;queriendo y protegiendo&lt;br /&gt;mí amado bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-3394599113267475177?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/3394599113267475177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=3394599113267475177' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/3394599113267475177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/3394599113267475177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/tus-diez-abriles.html' title='Tus Diez Abriles'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7941971214822730986</id><published>2008-05-18T14:53:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:54:21.778-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Porque</title><content type='html'>Porque esta sensación,&lt;br /&gt;Esta emoción,&lt;br /&gt;De amor loco&lt;br /&gt;Y desmedido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Busca el amanecer de tus días,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu ser canta mis melodías,&lt;br /&gt;Porque nuestros seres se olvidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque fuiste tú, fui yo,&lt;br /&gt;No  lo sé, posiblemente era yo,&lt;br /&gt;Solo recuerdo que fuimos los dos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque así nos juramos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque vuelvo a ti&lt;br /&gt;En tus tragedias y en las mías,&lt;br /&gt;Porque mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Sufre y vive cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tus días&lt;br /&gt;Son los míos,&lt;br /&gt;Y tuyos mis días,&lt;br /&gt;Y mías tus melodías.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7941971214822730986?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7941971214822730986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7941971214822730986' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7941971214822730986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/7941971214822730986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/porque.html' title='Porque'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6348790253204229310</id><published>2008-05-18T14:50:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:09:44.052-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Teorema De Amor</title><content type='html'>Afrutados en boca&lt;br /&gt;Son tus besos,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me emocionan&lt;br /&gt;Y se aterciopelan en nuestras distancias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quemas, me corroes&lt;br /&gt;Con tus cálidas melodías,&lt;br /&gt;Que derraman mi ser&lt;br /&gt;En toda tu dimensión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo tu triangulo virgen&lt;br /&gt;Y el rectángulo del espacio,&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer una hipotenusa de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resuelves mis incógnitas incongruentes,&lt;br /&gt;Emerges en mis aristas,&lt;br /&gt;El área de nuestra ecuación,&lt;br /&gt;Para determinar la resultante proporción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es aurea nuestra proporción,&lt;br /&gt;Armónica nuestra pasión,&lt;br /&gt;Ardiente tu ecuación, son tus volúmenes&lt;br /&gt;El enigma, de nuestra aritmética pasión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6348790253204229310?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4811459934404538677</id><published>2008-05-18T14:48:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:05:20.862-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Elementos Vitales</title><content type='html'>Tres elementos inseparables&lt;br /&gt;Constituyen mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;Unidos por la energía vital&lt;br /&gt;Del arquitecto creador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres elementos inseparables,&lt;br /&gt;El mercurio de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;El azufre de la pasión, y&lt;br /&gt;La sal argamasa de vida y pasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constituyen mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Atómicas estructuras,&lt;br /&gt;Positivas y negativas uniones,&lt;br /&gt;Que llevan la energía universal del creador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unidos por la energía vital,&lt;br /&gt;Se cruzan vidas y destinos,&lt;br /&gt;Florecen campos y mueren amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Cual olmos se secan al sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del arquitecto creador&lt;br /&gt;Tengo en mí ser su chispa,&lt;br /&gt;Llama ardiente que devora las pasiones,&lt;br /&gt;eleva el ser y templa corazones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4811459934404538677?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4811459934404538677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4811459934404538677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4811459934404538677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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los gavilanes,&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón en tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Aun palpita y sangre brota,&lt;br /&gt;Por las carmines heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se agolpan emociones&lt;br /&gt;A mi ser moribundo,&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber de mi y nuestro&lt;br /&gt;Amor de otro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero amarte y sentirte&lt;br /&gt;Perderte y amarte,&lt;br /&gt;No sin perderte amarte&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentir  el  perderte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6132893088388766429?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6132893088388766429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=6132893088388766429' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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embelesa,&lt;br /&gt;Como un niño cuando besa&lt;br /&gt;Y entrega todo su ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es así cuando se quiere&lt;br /&gt;A una mujer,&lt;br /&gt;Solo se respira, no se come,&lt;br /&gt;Solo se piensa en su querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que has hecho de mí&lt;br /&gt;El pan de tus días,&lt;br /&gt;¡Yo te amo mi bien amada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu olor a mujer&lt;br /&gt;Me inunda el alma,&lt;br /&gt;No importa, es tu querer&lt;br /&gt;Lo que quisiera me arrebatara el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu trono celestial&lt;br /&gt;De luz y belleza,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre habrá una estrella&lt;br /&gt;Que brille y derrame la luz sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú la dulce amiga y compañera,&lt;br /&gt;La mujer con aroma a trigo,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti yo muero y suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente porque te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4646429355948560535?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4646429355948560535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4646429355948560535' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4646429355948560535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4646429355948560535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/tu-olor-mujer.html' title='Tu Olor A Mujer'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6528636181254408736</id><published>2008-05-11T15:02:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:38.983-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Amores - Vicente Gerbasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdKWFs9-vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QypaZICYo9w/s1600-h/Vicente_Gerbasi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199206038170893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdKWFs9-vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QypaZICYo9w/s320/Vicente_Gerbasi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo vivo por la vida y por la&lt;br /&gt;Muerte.&lt;br /&gt;La vida pasa pronto en el&lt;br /&gt;Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca he sabido nada&lt;br /&gt;De mi suerte,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre has&lt;br /&gt;Sido un&lt;br /&gt;Solo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tú sabes que eres sola&lt;br /&gt;En mis dolores&lt;br /&gt;Después de muerta&lt;br /&gt;Y en otras dimensiones,&lt;br /&gt;Sola en la soledad de&lt;br /&gt;Mis pavores,&lt;br /&gt;Sola en la soledad&lt;br /&gt;De mis amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicente Gerbasi - Premio Nacinal de Literatura 1969 - Venezolano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6528636181254408736?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6528636181254408736/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdKWFs9-vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QypaZICYo9w/s72-c/Vicente_Gerbasi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5291904709879113291</id><published>2008-05-11T14:33:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:15:39.086-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Con El Mar    -     Vicente Gerbasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdE1ls9-uI/AAAAAAAAACs/E4CkZlYDyQI/s1600-h/Strombus+Los+Roques+Playa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199199982267005666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdE1ls9-uI/AAAAAAAAACs/E4CkZlYDyQI/s320/Strombus+Los+Roques+Playa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si alguien me llama&lt;br /&gt;Digan que no estoy.&lt;br /&gt;Ando por las olas del mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sí, ya de noche,&lt;br /&gt;Por ese mar de hojas de luna,&lt;br /&gt;Por el sonido con que&lt;br /&gt;Embrujé el mar,&lt;br /&gt;Por la lejanía&lt;br /&gt;En el sonido marino de la mar.&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien me llama&lt;br /&gt;Digan que estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;Con el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vicente Gerbasi - Premio Nacional De Literarura 1969 (Venezolano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5291904709879113291?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5291904709879113291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5291904709879113291' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5291904709879113291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5291904709879113291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/con-el-mar-vicente-gerbasi.html' title='Con El Mar    -     Vicente Gerbasi'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SCdE1ls9-uI/AAAAAAAAACs/E4CkZlYDyQI/s72-c/Strombus+Los+Roques+Playa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4975391664242378184</id><published>2008-05-10T12:36:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:37:10.846-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Cosas De Niños</title><content type='html'>Cosas de niños cuando las manos&lt;br /&gt;Nos tomamos, con esa tierna sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto anhelamos y a veces olvidamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando nos miramos&lt;br /&gt;Y vemos lo cerca que estamos,&lt;br /&gt;Sonreímos  y  gritamos&lt;br /&gt;También muchas veces lloramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se es niño&lt;br /&gt;Se es un ser divino,&lt;br /&gt;Un capullo de alegrías&lt;br /&gt;Que florece con fantasías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cosas de niños&lt;br /&gt;Son nuestros destinos,&lt;br /&gt;Mientras más jugamos y reímos&lt;br /&gt;Es cuando más queremos ser niños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4975391664242378184?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4975391664242378184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4975391664242378184' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4975391664242378184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4975391664242378184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/cosas-de-nios.html' title='Cosas De Niños'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-9213565681966502718</id><published>2008-05-10T12:31:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:35:39.983-04:30</updated><title type='text'>En Busca De Ti</title><content type='html'>No moriré en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;Iré al fondo de la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;Extraeré todas sus raíces&lt;br /&gt;Entonces sabré más de ti y seguiré tus huellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaré en busca del viento&lt;br /&gt;Y de todo lo bueno que encierra&lt;br /&gt;Luchar por un ideal,&lt;br /&gt;Alguien por el cual vivir,&lt;br /&gt;No me iré, me quedare en tus tierras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaré sobre el mar de tus emociones,&lt;br /&gt;Rodare por el alba, y llegare a tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Estaré donde no has llegado,&lt;br /&gt;Alii te esperare, para humedecer tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Y calmar tu sed, con la miel de mis labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te buscare, si no te encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;Llorare al no verte,&lt;br /&gt;Pero en ese instante moriré feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Al saber que encontré el sabor de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te estuve buscando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-9213565681966502718?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/9213565681966502718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=9213565681966502718' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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que no te amo&lt;br /&gt;Y que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Puesto que así es la vida,&lt;br /&gt;La palabra es un pluma que vuela en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Y el fuego tiene una mitad de frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo para comenzar a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Para no perderte en el infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Y para no dejar de quererte nunca&lt;br /&gt;Por eso no te amo todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo y no te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Como si tuviera en las manos las llaves de tu dicha&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor tiene dos vidas para amarte,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso te amo cuando no te amo&lt;br /&gt;Y por eso te amo cuando te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5678481603646799964?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5678481603646799964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-1461708606204931179</id><published>2008-05-10T12:23:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:24:34.745-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Oda A Tus Manos</title><content type='html'>Como aladas golondrinas&lt;br /&gt;Tus mágicas enredaderas,&lt;br /&gt;Se acercan a mí ser&lt;br /&gt;Me rodean, y sofocan mi calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto celestial&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tus arrebatos&lt;br /&gt;De amor, juntando las manos&lt;br /&gt;Que envuelven toda tu belleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una batalla, tú y tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Arremeten contra el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Contra el manantial de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Que rodea todo cuanto tocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sentir tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Lo más cerca del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando acaricias&lt;br /&gt;Con esa paz que es espiritual en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le canto a tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Como le canto a la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Porque mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Debe estar en el calor de tus manos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1461708606204931179?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1461708606204931179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1461708606204931179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1461708606204931179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1461708606204931179'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Que me inundas,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ahogarme en ti&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir que muero de amor.&lt;br /&gt;En el ojal de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo prendida,&lt;br /&gt;Cual retoño de amor&lt;br /&gt;Cuando florece con calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres natural e inmensa&lt;br /&gt;Como playa desierta,&lt;br /&gt;Sola para mí,&lt;br /&gt;Como quiero navegar en tus olas&lt;br /&gt;Y naufragar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como rocío de espinas&lt;br /&gt;Estas clavada en mí,&lt;br /&gt;¡Que dolor!,&lt;br /&gt;Pero como deseo&lt;br /&gt;Que tus espinas de amor&lt;br /&gt;No se alejen nunca de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de nácar&lt;br /&gt;Para contemplar,&lt;br /&gt;Flor de mi vida y piel&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Raíz de mi querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-14436433145327015?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-8615861794280450506</id><published>2008-05-10T12:12:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:18:55.711-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Cien Veces Amor</title><content type='html'>Cien veces he sentido&lt;br /&gt;La vida y el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Por cien veces he tenido&lt;br /&gt;Clavado el madrigal del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El eco de tus emociones,&lt;br /&gt;Campanean como canciones&lt;br /&gt;Mil veces vida de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Por los siglos mi niña querida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelcas en tu sangre&lt;br /&gt;Y te veo en mis venas,&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Manantial de mis penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cien veces a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mil años contigo,&lt;br /&gt;De tus besos enamorado&lt;br /&gt;Y Siempre los dos como espigas de trigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-8615861794280450506?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/8615861794280450506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=8615861794280450506' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/8615861794280450506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/8615861794280450506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/cien-veces-amor.html' title='Cien Veces Amor'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2861848425447284109</id><published>2008-05-03T13:53:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:55:11.713-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Que Tarde Fue</title><content type='html'>Que tarde fue&lt;br /&gt;Decir te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Esperar este dolor&lt;br /&gt;Para decirte te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tarde fue&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que te fuiste,&lt;br /&gt;Y saber lo que me quisiste,&lt;br /&gt;Que dolor saber lo que pudo ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tarde fue&lt;br /&gt;Cuando aprendí amarte,&lt;br /&gt;A quererte&lt;br /&gt;A sentirte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tarde fue&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que pudo ser,&lt;br /&gt;Pero aunque fue tarde&lt;br /&gt;Hoy aprendí a quererte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2861848425447284109?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2861848425447284109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2861848425447284109' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2861848425447284109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2861848425447284109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-tarde-fue.html' title='Que Tarde Fue'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2920192413662646404</id><published>2008-05-03T13:50:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:51:42.296-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Vendimia De Amor</title><content type='html'>De muy preciada cepa&lt;br /&gt;Tus frutales aromas,&lt;br /&gt;Recorren mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Como metales ardientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De muy preciada cepa&lt;br /&gt;Tus raíces en mi se hunden,&lt;br /&gt;Para atarme a tus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Embriagantes y aterciopelados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus frutales aromas&lt;br /&gt;Exquisitos cual duraznos&lt;br /&gt;Y ciruelas, se oxidan en&lt;br /&gt;Mis papilas y me abruman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorren mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Tus añejos frutos,&lt;br /&gt;Que embriagan mis barricas&lt;br /&gt;Teñidas por tu espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como metales ardientes&lt;br /&gt;Son tus caricias,&lt;br /&gt;Como puñales tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Que derraman mis venas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2920192413662646404?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2920192413662646404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2920192413662646404' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2920192413662646404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2920192413662646404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/vendimia-de-amor.html' title='Vendimia De Amor'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-6824080688421453115</id><published>2008-05-03T13:46:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:49:01.061-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Ay Amor</title><content type='html'>Aunque tu indiferencia me duele,&lt;br /&gt;Y por mis venas sangre  aún circule,&lt;br /&gt;Te juro mi amor que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Aunque dudes de mi amor sincero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras por ti muero&lt;br /&gt;Y por tu amor me desangro,&lt;br /&gt;Con esperanza aun te espero&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tu amor sea pasajero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fuiste mi musa&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi amor verdadero,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no me creas sincero&lt;br /&gt;Todavía te amo y también a tus escaramuzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi reina amada&lt;br /&gt;Dame paz, consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Y alivio a mis rodillas en el suelo,&lt;br /&gt;Te lo pido  mi bienaventurada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-6824080688421453115?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/6824080688421453115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=6824080688421453115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6824080688421453115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/6824080688421453115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/ay-amor.html' title='Ay Amor'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-1903906474634011528</id><published>2008-05-03T13:39:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:41:13.102-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Amor Brujo</title><content type='html'>Esto que hoy sucede&lt;br /&gt;Más que a ti,&lt;br /&gt;A mí me duele,&lt;br /&gt;En todas las lunas llenas&lt;br /&gt;Siempre nos hierven las venas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no eres bruja&lt;br /&gt;Yo de todo menos brujo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero con la escoba de la rabia&lt;br /&gt;Siempre nos barremos en luna llena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo sea adivino&lt;br /&gt;Y tu las manos me leas,&lt;br /&gt;Entonces nos entenderemos&lt;br /&gt;Y la razón nos daremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mientras no se haga el conjuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor por ti es puro,&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras nuestro amor no muera,&lt;br /&gt;Yo te seguiré amando&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tú no me quieras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-1903906474634011528?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/1903906474634011528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=1903906474634011528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1903906474634011528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/1903906474634011528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor-brujo.html' title='Amor Brujo'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-2217260095874077158</id><published>2008-05-03T13:36:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:38:52.857-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Muerto y Vacio</title><content type='html'>No estoy Muerto&lt;br /&gt;No estoy vacio,&lt;br /&gt;Solo duermo&lt;br /&gt;Y en ti confío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy muerto&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú me das vida,&lt;br /&gt;Y perfumas mi huerto&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me veas muerto mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy vacio&lt;br /&gt;Porque llenas mi espacio,&lt;br /&gt;De noches intensas mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Qué alegría no estoy vacio todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo duermo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando duermo&lt;br /&gt;Muero por tu recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en ti confío&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no estoy muerto,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no estoy vacio,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no duermo&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muerto y vacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2217260095874077158?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2217260095874077158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2217260095874077158' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2217260095874077158'/><link 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exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un santuario todo en tus cavernas&lt;br /&gt;que evoca, salud, fuerza y belleza,&lt;br /&gt;y se transmuta en energía&lt;br /&gt;de amor todo a tu alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es esa luz la de mi inspiración,&lt;br /&gt;La estrella de mi nacimiento,&lt;br /&gt;Es la señal en el firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;Es el camino en el sendero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por las siete leyes&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos renacidos y purificados,&lt;br /&gt;Y por tres caminos traspasamos el umbral&lt;br /&gt;Del mundo material al racional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2422101885016029867?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2422101885016029867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-7945618180515824490</id><published>2008-05-01T13:38:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:17:51.633-04:30</updated><title type='text'>La Partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A mi Padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy partió el barco&lt;br /&gt;Y lo hizo con su capitán,&lt;br /&gt;Sus velas se hincharon y se hizo a la mar,&lt;br /&gt;El día es gris amenaza tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay del capitán que parte&lt;br /&gt;Sin rumbo y lo sorprende la tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;Sus hijos en casa por el oran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pudo la pericia del viejo lobo,&lt;br /&gt;Evitar la sorpresa que le aguardaba&lt;br /&gt;La naturaleza, no funcionan la brújula,&lt;br /&gt;El palo mayor se quebró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay del capitán, gris lobo de mar,&lt;br /&gt;Te hundiste en el mar&lt;br /&gt;Para que nadie te fuera a buscar,&lt;br /&gt;Pero seguro sabrás en algún puerto tú alma atracar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy murió el capitán&lt;br /&gt;Y el puerto todo alborotado&lt;br /&gt;se anego de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;y las gaviotas no se fueron a volar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-7945618180515824490?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/7945618180515824490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=7945618180515824490' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Yo te canto mujer&lt;br /&gt;Por la vida que haces,&lt;br /&gt;Y el amanecer de cada día,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo y te canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera el fin&lt;br /&gt;Y no tuviera canto,&lt;br /&gt;Mujer recuerda&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres mi canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te canto niña&lt;br /&gt;De mis encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Toda mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no tuviera canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no fuera canto&lt;br /&gt;Este himno no fuera&lt;br /&gt;Mi canto, aunque&lt;br /&gt;No me quieras tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-3634030944831088134?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/3634030944831088134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=3634030944831088134' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/3634030944831088134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/3634030944831088134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-te-canto.html' title='Yo Te Canto'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5960777274726654727</id><published>2008-05-01T13:27:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:30:24.289-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Energía Vital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A mi hija Lorena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cual tropel de alegría&lt;br /&gt;que se transforma en energía,&lt;br /&gt;pasas los días&lt;br /&gt;llenos de huracanes y dulces melodías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que a mi ser se aproxima,&lt;br /&gt;la que a mi ser se cobija,&lt;br /&gt;la niña que se hace mujer&lt;br /&gt;con la cara sucia y la sonrisa furtiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son tus crines olas bravías,&lt;br /&gt;son tus pies caracoles,&lt;br /&gt;es tu ser todo un mundo nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;eres una isla en la tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiare al mar tus secretos&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y mi dicha,&lt;br /&gt;pero a ti mi gran amor&lt;br /&gt;siempre mis sentimientos y mis días&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5960777274726654727?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5960777274726654727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5960777274726654727' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5960777274726654727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/5960777274726654727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/05/energa-vital.html' title='Energía Vital'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-5822123492536012970</id><published>2008-04-30T20:01:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:03:56.602-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Eternos Amantes</title><content type='html'>De satén y jazmines&lt;br /&gt;Se visten nuestros deseos,&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus carnes se hunde&lt;br /&gt;El puñal del amor mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muerte de amor&lt;br /&gt;Son mis días a tu sombra,&lt;br /&gt;Cálidas las noches a tu cobijo,&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el embrujo que complace y sonroja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis días los últimos,&lt;br /&gt;Son estas prosas las que te escribo,&lt;br /&gt;La manera de calmar mis desvaríos,&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo muriendo por tus días&lt;br /&gt;Estaré viviendo y amando tus porfías.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-5822123492536012970?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/5822123492536012970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=5822123492536012970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Róbame&lt;/span&gt; el alma  un día,&lt;br /&gt;Rompe mis cadenas&lt;br /&gt;Y funde en mí tus penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a mi dulce mía&lt;br /&gt;Y tus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; con las mías&lt;br /&gt;consolaran nuestros días,&lt;br /&gt;Ven te espero dicha mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve con tus días,&lt;br /&gt;Con tu lira y tus melodías,&lt;br /&gt;Ven amada mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calmar mis días,&lt;br /&gt;Niña mía, tesoro de mis alegrías,&lt;br /&gt;Ven a mí y salva mis últimos días.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-2663325858737727912?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/2663325858737727912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=2663325858737727912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2663325858737727912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/2663325858737727912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/2008/04/ven-m.html' title='Ven A Mí'/><author><name>Poeta del Mundo Interior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672254555029387386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnQgWgbh4Xo/SMhtG9Hot9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/21uvSdk0SjU/S220/Escudo+Templario.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956734770606861152.post-4367366667874923736</id><published>2008-04-30T19:42:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:44:54.815-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Vuelve a Mí La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vuelve a mí la vida&lt;br /&gt;Cuando elogio tus melodías,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando a tu lado duermo,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando por ti suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Estaba vacío, casi muerto,&lt;br /&gt;Pero un día me volvió la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a tus mieles&lt;br /&gt;Me devolviste los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera eterno mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no morirá&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú reviviste&lt;br /&gt;A mi amor muerto y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimiento que me embarga&lt;br /&gt;Es el que por ti se embriaga,&lt;br /&gt;Por el cual mi espíritu y alma,&lt;br /&gt;Brindan tributo a tu ser cada mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956734770606861152-4367366667874923736?l=prosaviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosaviva.blogspot.com/feeds/4367366667874923736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956734770606861152&amp;postID=4367366667874923736' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4367366667874923736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956734770606861152/posts/default/4367366667874923736'/><link rel='alternate' 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